Ink Enduring (Montgomery Ink #5)

Redwood Pack Box Set (Contains Books 1-3) Book 3.5: A Night Away

Book 4: Enforcer’s Redemption

Book 4.5: Blurred Expectations

Book 4.7: Forgiveness

Book 5: Shattered Emotions

Book 6: Hidden Destiny

Book 6.5: A Beta’s Haven

Book 7: Fighting Fate

Book 7.5 Loving the Omega

Book 7.7: The Hunted Heart

Book 8: Wicked Wolf



The Talon Pack (Following the Redwood Pack Series): Book 1: Tattered Loyalties

Book 2: An Alpha’s Choice

Book 3: Mated in Mist

Book 4: Wolf Betrayed (Coming October 2016) Book 5: Fractured Silence (Coming April 2017)

The Branded Pack Series: (Written with Alexandra Ivy) Book 1: Stolen and Forgiven

Book 2: Abandoned and Unseen

Book 3: Buried and Shadowed (Coming July 2016)

Dante’s Circle Series: Book 1: Dust of My Wings

Book 2: Her Warriors’ Three Wishes

Book 3: An Unlucky Moon

The Dante’s Circle Box Set (Contains Books 1-3) Book 3.5: His Choice

Book 4: Tangled Innocence

Book 5: Fierce Enchantment

Book 6: An Immortal’s Song

Book 7: Prowled Darkness



Holiday, Montana Series: Book 1: Charmed Spirits

Book 2: Santa’s Executive

Book 3: Finding Abigail

The Holiday Montana Box Set (Contains Books 1-3) Book 4: Her Lucky Love

Book 5: Dreams of Ivory



Stand Alone Romances: Finally Found You

Flame and Ink





Excerpt: Delicate Ink


From New York Times Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan’s Montgomery Ink Series



Delicate Ink




“If you don’t turn that fucking music down, I’m going to ram this tattoo gun up a place no one on this earth should ever see.”

Austin Montgomery lifted the needle from his client’s arm so he could hold back a rough chuckle. He let his foot slide off the pedal so he could keep his composure. Dear Lord, his sister Maya clearly needed more coffee in her life.

Or for someone to turn down the fucking music in the shop.

“You’re not even working, Maya. Let me have my tunes,” Sloane, another artist, mumbled under his breath. Yeah, he didn’t yell it. Didn’t need to. No one wanted to yell at Austin’s sister. The man might be as big as a house and made of pure muscle, but no one messed with Maya.

Not if they wanted to live.

“I’m sketching, you dumbass,” Maya sniped, even though the smile in her eyes belied her wrath. His sister loved Sloane like a brother. Not that she didn’t have enough brothers and sisters to begin with, but the Montgomerys always had their arms open for strays and spares.

Austin rolled his eyes at the pair’s antics and stood up from his stool, his body aching from being bent over for too long. He refrained from saying that aloud as Maya and Sloane would have a joke for that. He usually preferred to have the other person in bed—or in the kitchen, office, doorway, etc—bent over, but that wasn’t where he would allow his mind to go. As it was, he was too damn old to be sitting in that position for too long, but he wanted to get this sleeve done for his customer.

“Hold on a sec, Rick,” he said to the man in the chair. “Want juice or anything? I’m going to stretch my legs and make sure Maya doesn’t kill Sloane.” He winked as he said it, just in case his client didn’t get the joke.

People could be so touchy when siblings threatened each other with bodily harm even while they smiled as they said it.

“Juice sounds good,” Rick slurred, a sappy smile on his face. “Don’t let Maya kill you.”

Rick blinked his eyes open, the adrenaline running through his system giving him the high that a few patrons got once they were in the chair for a couple hours. To Austin, there was nothing better than having Maya ink his skin—or doing it himself—and letting the needle do its work. He wasn’t a pain junkie, far from it if he was honest with himself, but he liked the adrenaline that led the way into fucking fantastic art. While some people thought bodies were sacred and tattoos only marred them, he knew it differently. Art on canvas, any canvas, could have the potential to be art worth bleeding for. As such, he was particular as to who laid a needle on his skin. He only let Maya ink him when he couldn’t do it himself. Maya was the same way. Whatever she couldn’t do herself, he did.

They were brother and sister, friends, and co-owners of Montgomery Ink.

He and Maya had opened the shop a decade ago when she’d turned twenty. He probably could have opened it a few years earlier since he was eight years older than Maya, but he’d wanted to wait until she was ready. They were joint owners. It had never been his shop while she worked with him. They both had equal say, although with the way Maya spoke, sometimes her voice seemed louder. His deeper one carried just as much weight, even if he didn’t yell as much.

Barely.

Sure, he wasn’t as loud as Maya, but he got his point across when needed. His voice held control and authority.